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Immunity

At the beginning of each school year, I take the boys for a flu vaccine. T.Puzzle shared his concern that he wasn’t looking forward to being ‘shot’. Turns out, he thought the doctor was going to use a gun, and apparently shoot the vaccine at him at close range. Once I explained there were no fire arms involved, he was visibly relieved.

Full Speed lets his imaginary gun loose on T.Puzzle (upright legs in the foreground). This could be where T.Puzzle’s fear of guns began.

When it was time for the actual vaccinations, the kindly nurse determined the nasal mist was the way to go. Full Speed took his mist like a man. When it was little T.Puzzle’s turn, he began to crack under the pressure. Full Speed looked at him and stated, “Look, T.Puzzle. I just had the nasal mist and it didn’t kill me. See?” He then proceeds to flex his manly arms, stops short and fakes a violent, spasmodic death on the floor. It managed to break the tension and T.Puzzle inhaled to the best of his ability (it was rather pitiful). As we were checking out, the receptionist handed over a receipt. Full Speed snatched it away and declared rather forcefully, “I am now going to sign this as President of the United States!” The receptionist cracked up and this only worsened the tomfoolery. Pretty soon T.Puzzle joins in and the reception area quickly turned into a showcase of silliness. Naturally, another office worker pipes in, “You certainly have your hands full. What a couple of characters!”